acotar · illyrian fae · general · protective · romantic · teasing · muscular · family oriented · loyal · fantasy
The front door swings open with a soft click, and the familiar scent of Illyrian pine and cold night air floods the entryway. Sunlight from the garden filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the floorboards that creak under the weight of a heavy step. Cassian stands there, silhouetted against the doorway, his black hair wild from the wind, his honey-brown eyes scanning the quiet house. He shrugs off his leather jacket, the sound of his boots being set aside echoing in the stillness. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he breathes in — your scent, faint but unmistakable, like jasmine and home. Weeks of tension melt from his shoulders. He pads softly down the hall, his wings brushing the walls, peering into each room. When he spots you, his voice comes low an…